Taps

Title: Taps - Part Two: Choice B
Author: capturedribbons
Warnings: bdsm, cock and ball torture, binding, suspension, brief mention of enema, finger fucking, latex

Choice A has NOTHING to do with Choice B it’s not connected in anyway. They are two separate parts stemming from the same beginning.

You know… I was really tempted to finish this but then this part would be done while the other was broken up into two parts for the choice and I didn’t know if that’d work well with me.

So sorry for the wait, if anyone was waiting. Hope everyone enjoys, though, and, as always, comments = love.

Thanks again for lordglorfindel’s help.

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“First something fun, what do you think?” Christopher removed his hand and grabbed a towel, whipping off the lube and then, after a moment of consideration, taking the time to wipe off what he had smeared on the other man’s ass. “Just something to relax you, really.”

The man glanced over as he stepped back and grinned; James was looking at him, or trying to, as he picked up a small brass looking instrument from his tray of items. It looked as though it were an old fashioned cake frostier, the type used to make small lines and writing on top, with a small tip and a plunger on the back which he pulled out and eyed. The inside was clean, no icing to be seen, and the blond shrugged some.

“This will just be a little, I think. We already cleaned you out earlier, remember?” He smiled, patting the others butt as he bend back down and pulled the cork out of a bottle of wine. “You’re face was so red as you tried to keep everything in but a little pressure…”

Christopher leaned forward and pressed a hand into the redhead’s lower chest, right below his belly button. “But you couldn’t help it, could you?”

James made a quiet whining noise, whimpering some as he apparently did remember and did realize what the other was implying despite the lack of ability to hear currently.

“No you couldn’t.” The blond poured the wine into the cup of ice cubes, mixing some of the ice water in with it and then picking the glass up to check how diluted it was. He didn’t, after all, want his lover to get so drunk he forgot about his punishment. He only wanted him to relax, let go just a bit quicker then he might otherwise.

“This will be cold.” He warned, knowing far well the other couldn’t hear him and wouldn’t realize quite what was happening until it was too late. The angle the tray was in was far from being an easy target for the other to spot and scrutinize.

He pulled the plunger back, filling the tube with the mixture before turning it upright quickly and checking the top. It was fine, screwed on tightly, and Christopher put his finger over it to stop the liquid from moving as he shifted back behind James.

The redhead squealed and kicked as the chilled metal tip reached his opening. The sounds only got louder, a low half groaning, as the alcohol was pressed slowly inside him and they didn’t stop as the blond pulled the small apparatus out and discarded it on the tray, just a few inches from the other man’s thighs.

Christopher slid a latex covered thumb over the other man’s opening, not doing much else but sliding the digit around and over the puckered skin while his other fingers tickled the actor’s thighs. “How does that feel inside you? Cold?”

“Mmph…Isopher…”

“A little more?” He pressed a dry finger just inside the ring and slowly turned it before removing his finger and snatching up the metal tube apparatus again. “It’s not red wine, you know. A nice blush…but its not like you can taste it, right?”

“Mumpm.” The weights jingled slightly as James moved; shifted against the supports only to fall back down against them as the metal tip was once again pressed into his opening.

Much to Christopher’s amusement, it took precious few alcohol enemas for a blush to take over the redheads face, though the older man couldn’t be positive if it was from his purposely dry groping or the alcohol by the end of it.

“Does it hurt?” The blond slid the mostly dry latex over James’ arousal again, snagging the material against the redhead’s skin and letting it snap against both of their flesh. The motion caused James to groan, eyes closed and mouth open, and the other man wasn’t sure if it was sweat or saliva that slid down his chin.

“You know…” He cupped the actor’s balls in a hand and slowly turned them as though they were stress balls, sliding one against the other and watching as the man arched, crying out into the gag. “I had to have you when I saw you on stage. Who would have guessed you’d be such a snake.”

Christopher squeezed his balls slightly, one hand going back to grab a rather long bit of cotton rope as he leaned forward a bit, pressing his chest into James’ behind and swinging him forward slightly. “I guess I should have. Actors always are, aren’t they?”

“Too bad your lover wasn’t an actor.” He stepped back, letting go of the other man and watching him swing back and forth a moment. James looked like he was about to be sick or wet himself, his eyes wide and face red and Christopher didn’t know why that was such a turn on.

“Isopher! Isopher! Op!” The blond reached out and grabbed the redhead’s thigh and gripped it, slowing the bound man down forcefully until he barley swayed in the air.

“I guess you’re ready to start again.” He grinned and bent down, grabbing James’ ball’s again and pulling them down as he took the twine from the waist of his pants. “You know its almost a good thing you cheated.”

Christopher’s voice had taken on a conversational tone as he took the rope and looped it into a noose, bringing the loose ends back through the looped part before pushing it against the base of the other man’s body. The noose side was down towards the balls and the blond grinned a moment before twisting it about four times. The twisted part went between the balls before he separated the strands so each could slide around a ball, one by one, and rotated to keep them even.

“Op! Isopher! Op!” James was crying, he could see it from here but the other man didn’t stop yet, not even to taste the tears he had been wanting to squeeze out of the proud actor.

Balls separated, hanging and as read as the actors face Christopher moved on, tying the string off at the base of the balls before looping it around his lover’s wilted shaft. A tie and a pull and he was done, happy to sit back and admire his handy work.

“Not bad for a first time, on you anyway, is it?” Blue eyes slid over the redhead’s penis, though, and he frowned. “I suppose that wasn’t too enjoyable for you, was it?”

He dipped his latex covered fingers into some lube left on the tray and slid them over James’ arousal, pinching it slightly where he didn’t get enough lube but otherwise just caressing him, deciding he wanted him to be up to speed before the next part.

“You always were so picky in bed.” He ducked underneath the redhead and breathed warmly against the man’s reddened flesh. “Too sensitive… or not sensitive enough. You could never choose.”

“Guess that’s why I’m not letting you anymore… well, past the obvious reason.” He drew light patterns against the other’s skin and then leaned up to kiss it as well, sliding his tongue around the lube until he could hear James moaning again, this time in a mix of pleasure and pain and, of course, he could see his physical reaction first hand. “Mm.”

He slapped the man’s penis with the pads of his fingers, not too hard but hard enough to receive a startled jerk and yelp from his companion, and slid back out from under him.

“Now. Shall we continue?” Christopher snapped the end of the latex glove against his wrist, smiling some as he dipped his hand into the lube again. James mumbled something inaudibly and the blond nodded. “Of course we should.”

He squeezed the tube of lube until most of it was out and got another, tossing it on the tray as he faced his lover’s rear again. “Perhaps this will enlighten you to why I’m so angry.”

One finger slide in, curled around the inside of the other man and then was taken out again. Another replaced it, rolling around the ring of muscle and skin before delving deeper into the redhead. “Do you think I’m going to fuck you?”

“Stick myself deep inside you but never let you come?” The blond smiled. “Or do you know what I’m doing?”

Pressing further he massaged the other’s insides, waiting a moment before getting to the spot that caused James’ to jerk and moan before pulling out to add a little more lube to his fingers and starting again.

“If you do, you know this is only the beginning, don’t you?” He scissored his fingers, drawing them out and in again as though finger fucking him without enough force to do more then allow James to feel the motion and pretend he could hear the squishing sound of lube, skin, and movement.

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